Shannon Harris sat on the living room couch and watchedher older brother Mark out of the corner of her eye. Markwas sitting in their dad's recliner, sipping a beer andkeeping one hand stuffed down his pants while he watched thetape playing on the TV.

Every now and then Mark would look over at her andsmile. Mark was what you would call handsome: tall,well-built (he lifted weights every day), with shaggy darkbrown hair and gray eyes. He had a handsome, friendlyface...most of the time.

Shannon felt giddy whenever her brother looked at her.He hadn't been the same person all week. He'd been actingstrange, sometimes mean, sometimes...weird. All of this hadstarted a week ago, when her parents had left to spend thesummer in Mexico and left her with Mark.

Mark was 18 and old enough to take care of them both.Shannon was just 11. She'd looked forward to having thesummer with Mark. The two of them were very close. Atleast until now, she thought.

Mark had never had a girlfriend, though girls calledall the time and asked him out. Mostly he hung around withher and her friends, sort of like a chaperon. And they allliked having him around. He was a lot of fun and like a kidsometimes.

But all that changed shortly after their parents left.Mark's behavior first showed itself as they were drivinghome from the airport. He'd suddenly pulled over and puthis arms around her, giving her a firm, deep kiss on themouth. Mark had kissed her on the mouth before, but theyhad always been quick, sweet kisses. This time it wasanything but sweet. Mark shoved his tongue into her mouthand she nearly gagged. Finally she'd managed to twist away,nearly in tears. "Stop Mark, please!", she'd begged. He'dhugged her very tightly, telling her he just wanted to showhow much he loved her. Shannon wanted very much to believethat, because she loved her older brother. So she'daccepted it. She'd even let him kiss her again. He wasgentle this time, but the kiss was deep. He'd used histongue again, too. Then he'd told her that every time hekissed her, for the rest of the summer, it was going to belike that. Shannon accepted it.

From there, everything went downhill. As soon as theygot home, her sweet, loving brother sat her down and tickedoff his "rules" like a drill instructor. She was not toleave the house without telling him. She was not to tellanyone what he did to or with her, or anything that went onat the house, especially not adults, and especially nottheir parents!

"You're mine this summer, and you'll do as I say", hetold her. Shannon, still being innocent at her age, hadagreed. Even if Mark was acting funny.

Mark had other things he wanted, as well. She was tosunbathe for at least one hour per day on the backporch--nude. Shannon didn't like the sound of that--what ifsomebody saw? But she agreed to do it. Further, she was toshower daily--with him.

"Fine. Then when mom and dad call, I'll tell themyou've been bad. And you'll never get that pony you wanted.Remember?"

Shannon had gasped. Her parents had promised that ifshe was good all summer, she'd get a pony for her birthdayin September. A real one she could ride on weekends andduring the summer. But if Mark said she was bad...

She agreed to do what he wanted. Mark had been pleased.

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That night, and the rest of the week, Mark had kept herat home, letting her see none of her friends, telling themshe was sick. During that time a lot happened to changeShannon's perceptions of her brother.

Aside from the kissing, showers and sunbathing, Markstarted using swear words around her. He'd never done thatbefore. His favorite was "fuck". The first time they werein the shower, he introduced her to his penis, which hecalled "Mr. Stiffy". It certainly was stiff, Shannon saw,as it bobbed in front of her eyes. Mark had explained toher what was done with it, pointing out the precious partsof her young body as well.

It was the first time Shannon had actually consideredherself. She was a pretty girl, with golden blonde hairthat fell in teased waves past her shoulders, and greeneyes, like her mom's. Her small body was slender, alreadydeveloping curves, her tiny breasts just forming, with thepink nipples contrasting against her newly tanned skin. Hertiny slit was flat against her abdomen, her behind small andtight, and her legs long and shapely.

Shannon had been a little afraid then that Mark mightput his cock, as he called it, into her mouth or her 'cunt',as he called her slit, while they were in the shower. Buthe didn't. He was actually very nice to her.

That first shower, Shannon also had her first orgasm.Mark had insisted on soaping her down, paying specialattention to her 'cunt'. As his hand played over her, movingback and forth, then in gentle circles, she'd felt strangestirrings run up her abdomen, teasing her insides and makingthem quiver. She began to pant, her whole body tremblingnow. Mark slipped his finger into her. It hurt a little,but not much, because he didn't go far, but the teasing,tingling feeling increased.

"What's...happening...?", she panted, leaning againstMark as her knees grew weak.

"Feel good?", Mark asked.

"Y-Yes!", she panted.

"You're having an orgasm", Mark told her. "Want more?"

"Yes!"

Mark had rubbed a little faster, a little harder, andthe feeling got better, overwhelmed her, and her eyes rolledup in her head and she collapsed against him, panting andtrembling and out of breath.

When she was finally able to straighten up, Mark showedher how to do it herself. She plunged her little finger inas she instructed, feeling around. There was a wall offlesh in there that stopped her probing, and when she pushedon it, she hurt. She told Mark. He told her it was hercherry, and she'd lose it soon enough. He didn't tell herhow. She just assumed it would go away itself.

After the shower, Mark dried her off and took her tohis room, where he had her lay down and then he spread herlegs. This time, he used his mouth down there, and it waseven better.

After that, things were sort of normal. She spent theafternoon with Mark doing house chores, then he wanted toplay. The game he wanted to play was called Kidnapped.They'd played it before, lots of times. Mark would pretendto grab her, then tie her up and gag her. After a whilehe'd let her go.

Today was different, though. After he tied her up andgagged her, he pulled her shorts and panties down andfingered and sucked her to two orgasms. Shannon found sheliked it. Mark's behavior no longer worried her, infact--it was enjoyable. At the time.

Over the next two days, it was pretty much the same.At night Mark brought home porno tapes, either ones herented or ones that came in plain boxes. The rented oneswere of men and women, but the other ones were with girlslike her, sometimes with two or three men. Mark insistedShannon play with herself while she watched, so she did.Just watching gave her a funny feeling.

After a while, though, she noticed that the girls onthe tapes didn't seem to be having much fun, especially whenthe men put their cocks in the girls mouths or 'cunts', andeven their behinds! On the last tape, it got even weirder.In this one the girls were tied up and gagged, and some bledwhen the men put their cocks into the girl's 'cunts'. Shannoncould hardly watch. Mark, on the other hand, was gettingvery excited. He had taken out his cock and was jerking itwildly. He came three times, too. He'd told Shannon thatsomething came out when a man played with it, but she'dnever seen it before!

The first time he came, Mark had scooped it up on hisfingers and told Shannon to lick it off. When she'drefused, he threatened to say she'd been bad. So she'dlicked it off. It was salty sweet and gooey, but it wasn'ttoo bad. When Mark had come again, he'd told her to lick itoff his body. She'd done so quickly. She had seen more onhis cock, but he told her not to worry about it yet.

And so it went on, until in one scene, a pretty, darkhaired girl in a brownie scout uniform was led in. She wasbound and gagged but quiet, not crying. Shannon thought shelooked familiar.

"I know her!", she said.

Mark jumped up and switched off the VCR. "Okay, enoughfor tonight", he'd announced. "Go to bed."

"But..."

"Go!"

So Shannon went. She'd considered sneaking down tolook again, but didn't want to get Mark mad. Besides, thefilms worried her. It was fun doing things with herbrother, whom she trusted--weird as he'd been--but withstrangers, she could never do it.

On the following day, the weirdness got weirder. Shegot up to dress and saw that someone had been in her closet.On closer inspection, she realized all of her pants weregone, as were all of her long holiday dresses, flip flopsand anything but a few pairs of dress slippers and sneakers.Her other dresses and shorts were still left, but her tubetops and tank tops were gone as well. But something elsewas there. Several pairs of pantyhose, all sheer nudes,with holes stitched in front and back. Along with them wereseveral pairs of white cotton little girl panties, similarlystitched.

Shannon was wondering about all this when Mark walkedin. Without a word he pointed to the bed. Shannon lay downand spread her legs for him, and he fingered her roughly toorgasm. It hurt more than it felt good.

"Now go get some sun, shower and get dressed", he toldher coldly. Shannon did as she was told, thenreturned to get dressed. Mark had laid out herclothes: a pair of the crotchless panties, a pair ofhose, a white long sleeve blouse and vest, a shortdenim skirt and white slippers. He watched her whileshe dressed, then pushed her down on the bed.

"This first", he told her, pulling out a coil of ropefrom his back pocket. He used it to tie her wriststogether behind her back. Grabbing a pair of pantiesfrom her drawer, he stuffed them in her mouth.

Shannon knew what was going to happen next, because ofthe tapes last night. She lay there, frozen in horror, asMark took his pants down, freeing his huge, hard cock. Heclimbed up between his sister's legs and shoved his fingerinto her, starting another orgasm, despite her fear.

"I'm going to fuck you, sister", he told her. "Hell, I'mgoing to rape you! And this isn't going to be it. No way.I'm going to do it all summer. And other guys are going todo it to you. You've teased me long enough, baby sister!"

Shannon screamed, but the gag stopped her. Mark's hipsthrust forward, pushing into her. She screamed again. Hewas at her hymen. He thrust once more.

Shannon gasped. It felt like she'd been punched in thegut. She felt her hymen tear. She felt Mark slide far upinside of her, deeper than before. And it really hurt.

Her muffled scream was more of a pained moan; the world wasflashing, spinning, moving in and out. Mark was leering ather, her own brother, moving in and out of her. Raping her.

So that was what this was called, she found herselfthinking. It hurts so bad. The pain was all she was awareof. Not the tears on her face, not the fact that Mark wasdumping his load of cum in her underdeveloped womb, hisentire body shaking with his own orgasm.

The rape went on for hours, Mark spending himself inher time and again, to the point that he was actuallyhurting himself. She drifted, unaware, until...

The teasing. It was there.

Shannon was suddenly aware of it, among the pain andthe discomfort. That good feeling again, building. Eventhough her insides burned, it was there. Mark was movingslowly now, looking tired. The sun was lower in the skywhere it hung outside her window. Shannon began to moan.

"It's about fucking time", Mark muttered.

Her orgasm hit her with glorious force, washing awayeverything. Immediately, she passed out.

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